Dao Equaling the Heavens - Chapter 48 - 42 Lu Chan

From the end of the world to the ancient times, before Gu Yundong could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that he was on the way to escape from the famine.

And their family was being kicked out by their grandparents from the fleeing family team, and everyone else was watching from the sidelines.

The father is missing, the mother is stupid, the little radish-headed brother and sister have bony heads and huge heads, and the dying Gu Yundong only feels a toothache.

No way, just roll up your sleeves and do it.

Doing business, opening shops, and buying fertile farmland, Gu Yundong’s life is going well. If there is no one around who is staring at her and wants to marry her back home, she can go to heaven.

- Description from novelbuddy

After the final high school exams, Zheng Qing didn't go to the long-desired Imperial University. Instead, he packed his bags, hugged his fox, followed an enigmatic notice, and ventured into an unknown university.Here, there was no advanced math, English, or political philosophy; they were replaced with divination, astronomy, and the philosophy of magic.Extracurriculars here involved demon hunting,And the hobbies were curious and diverse.He would sail the sea of learning and climb the mountain of books.This bewildered young man started his tumultuous journey as a wizard.(Group created: Six Two Three Eight Five Eight Nine Three One, you're welcome to join.)

Su Xin was a world-class hitman. One day, she died in a disaster and was bound to the Fate Trading System to change other people’s destiny and increase her own life span.

Brothel prostitute: I want to become the first beauty of the Four Countries!

Imprisoned Mermaid: I want to return to the deep sea and become queen!

Adorable Loli: My elder sister is not human, kill her!

Miss Republic of China: Don’t let older brother be extremely infatuated with third aunt!

Su Xin: Your circle is really messy…

- Description from Novelupdates

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”